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Girl: It was gray and the streets looked lurid. I walked down the street calm and collected. I was headed towards an ally in between seventh and sixth in down town Manhattan. It was about seven o’clock, around when the sun is set and darkness is just around the corner. It was perfect timing, I knew he’d be headed this way in about twenty minutes. I decided to smoke a cigarette before the fun began.
Boy: I was done with my last class in five minutes and I’d be meeting up with my new friend. She was beautiful, dark hair, icey blue eyes and soft pale skin. She was different though. Only liked the rain, it was sort of depressing. But it was her kind of day then because the gloomy sky that was lurking around the city was here to stay for the night.
Girl: I sensed him. Happy as he walked closer and closer to my favorite ally. It was my favorite because only select few people new of it and only if you are them you could understand why. He turned the corner. My blood rushed as he gently touched my face with his warm fleshed hands. Now was it. I began to kiss him intensely, then tilted his head to the side and took a demoniac bite at his poor innocent neck. And sucked and sucked the beautiful blood. It made me feel alive again, the intensity never gets old. The rush is worth one million innocent lives of men. But then right before I sucked him dry he spoke.
Boy: I was almost where she asked me to meet her. It was such an odd spot, I didn’t understand why there and not at my apartment or out to dinner like we usually did. I did not care though. I only knew her for three weeks but I felt so connected and drawn to her. As if I was hypnotized. I wanted to ask her to be my girlfriend. I reached the ally, there she was looking radient. She came on to me like I was the magnet and she was the metal. It made me feel good like she really liked me. I thought she was just going to kiss my neck playfuly untill it stang and blood driped I realized she had bitten me. It was the oddest pain. As if I was dying slowly. I was a lake that was quicly turning into a dessert. I looked at her, she was pale her icey blue eyes turned nearly black she had fangs and blood dripping from her mouth. I do not want to die i said with every ounce of energy I had.
Girl: When he told me he wished not to die. I did not know what he meant. I am dead. Did he wish to be like me? I hoped not, i asked him. He did and I for some strange reason felt remorse; I have never felt this way about a victim before. I tryed to explain he did not want this but no matter what I said he would not change his mind. I bit my wrist and let him suck, suck and drink his very first taste of what he would become. Little did he understand I live in hell and he just took the stairs down.